We trudge through life swapping souls and piggy-backing others' burdens to perfect places, sometimes reaching a blissful end, but mostly slowly coming to a halt; freezing over in the no man's land of missed phone calls, hurt feelings and inequity. But the suns of our own personal dwarf galaxies warm our cores, turning no man's land into a fruitful field of sunflowers.
They are the ones who make friendship easy. They carry such light and warmth, a small town could be powered for a week on their laughter alone. They all have sparkly eyes and sparkly souls, bursting with virtue the world so badly needs right now.
In a sense, past worries about never having a chance to know star-like people come in handy, allowing feelings of appreciation to reach another plane, one like no other. Effortful searching is over. Who knew after taking bites out of all the pies, the leftovers of relief were the most satisfying.
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Sumaiyah S.
Just attempting to nurture my (otherwise dying) creativity.
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Love (Pt. 1)
They danced together, swirling between the sparse crowd, nothing on their minds but that moment entirely. Their feet tapped quietly on the cobbled square, while others around them giggled and tried to get the perfect step to the live string trio. The late evening breeze carried the soft noise throughout the square, soothing the sleepy town into slumber. The couple whispered tenderly to each other, one definitely holding the others weight, although unfazed, chuckling under their breath at whatever they were murmuring about. They were astronauts sharing the same helmet, unaware of the infinite space spiraling around them. Or perhaps they were stars. Wholly aware of the idols they were, of the light, they bounced around their little galaxy, but choosing ignorance and defiance; anything to reach out and burn together. And that is exactly what they did. Vanishing with the sunset, with fire at their toes and sparks bolting from their tongues.
By Sumaiyah S.5 years ago in Poets
How the Harvest Mouse Came to Suisun Bay
A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
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